Countrycide

Who'd you last snog?

A/n: takes place in countrycide. Roughly the same as the episode. It doesn't start from the very beginning so yeah. Changed a teeny tiny portion, don't be mad. Plus advise me if you see any errors, other than the dialogue of the snog scene,  ik ik. Ok coolio. Let the tale commence

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"Aww c'mon! It's just a bit of fun! Who was the last person you snogged?!" You had to hand it to Gwen, she was nothing but persistent. The Torchwood team were finishing up on their camp and gathering around the large wooden table in the center of their temporary living space.

"You even sound like a eight year old, who the hell says snog?" Owen commented.

"Mine was Rhys!" Cooper exclaimed proudly.

"Yeah well, that's a surprise."

Gwen turns to her colleagues and prompts the tech genius, "So what about you Tosh?"

Timidly, Toshiko tried to desrtact herself by tidying up whatever else was on the table, "It's easy for you to say.."

"Well? Spill the beans."

"Owen."

"What?!" The doctor looked up from his bag. Gwen was shocked, there was no way Owen would ever be interested in her, like no way. She had to confirm this, "Really?"

"In your dreams Tosh," Owen was completely brutal on his denial. Secretly pushing away at whatever was stirring up in his head, forget it.

Tosh looked hurt, how could he NOT remember, "3 am. Christmas eve in front of the Millennium Center. Waiting for a cab, there was mistletoe."

Owen blushed, he clearly remembered, but for the sake of being an asshole, "Christmas? You've not had a snog since then?" He felt...flattered. Weird.

"No."

There was silence, tense silence wrapping around the space between them and the air they breathed. To untie the awkward knots, Tosh decided to retaliate with questioning Owen. She wasn't naive enough to think it was her, she knew she wasn't his last, she knew well what he went about doing on his nights off. But she couldn't help but feel curious, no matter how awful she'd feel after. This is around the time Ianto came up and sat on the bench along with everybody else. Tosh smiled at him and he smiled back, suddenly gaining enough courage, "So who was yours?"

Then Owen stood there contemplating whether or not he should say, he'd made his decision, "Gwen actually."

Gwen's reaction was priceless, oh yes he was capable of doing such a thing. Jack sauntered over, disgarding his paper work as he took a new interest at the turn of conversation. Tosh looked surprised, hurt mostly, "When was this?" Her voice was just a bove a whisper, and he regretted ever saying anything. He sort of, kinda, maybe liked her... somewhat. A tiny bit. God, what was wrong with him and causing people misery?

Finally, everybody sitting together round their central table and bonfire, Gwen flushed and desperately tried to change the topic. Feeling completely appalled by Owen and his shit eating smirk, she stuttered.

"Complicated."

"Didn't take you long to get your feet under the table..." Said Tosh, feeling quite irritable. Shit, she brought this upon herself. "So was it a kiss or..?"

"Tosh, leave it." Gwen interrupted her question. No way were they going there.

Owen tried to ease the harsh environment,why not try the Captain, "Jack?"

Making eye contact with a quiet Ianto not far off, and trying to surpress the deliciously filthy thoughts, it was just wishful thinking. Remembering the times before Lisa, how untouchable the prize of Ianto in his bed was. All that time spent trying to seduce the calm and gorgeous man, and more time spent on him than most people he usually pined for. He was so determined, and eventually, he had made progress. He'd gotten a couple reactions from Mr. Jones and a single kiss. Not counting the resurrection kiss when Lisa was threatening the Base.